The valley green was so serene
In the middle ran a stream so blue…
A maiden fair, in despair, once had met her true love there and she told him…
She would say…
«Promise me , when you see, a white rose you'll think of me
I love you so,
Never let go,
I will be your ghost of a rose…»
Her eyes believed in mysteries
She would lay amongst the leaves of amber
Her spirit wild, heart of a child, yet gentle still and quiet and mild and he loved her…
When she would say…
«Promise me , when you see, a white rose you'll think of me
I love you so,
Never let go,
I will be your ghost of a rose…»
When all was done, she turned to run
Dancing to the setting sun as he watched her
And ever more he thought he saw
A glimpse of her upon the moors forever
He'd hear her say…
«Promise me , when you see, a white rose you'll think of me
I love you so,
Never let go,
I will be your ghost of a rose…
I will be your ghost of a rose…»
Ghost Of A rose
Ghost Of A rose
Ghost Of A rose
Ghost Of A rose
Ghost Of A rose
Ghost Of A rose